If ever you are unsure of what to do Look to your feelings for they will be true Your feelings about something will never lie Use them to guide you, go on, give it a try
Words are so easily misunderstood We all have our own views, which aren’t always good We all look at life in different ways Understanding each other through our perceptual haze
By using your feelings you’ll learn to live intuitively You’ll start to become who you really want to be The path is not always easy to the light So don’t be afraid to do what you feel is right Your Soul will guide you always wanting what’s best So put your feelings to the ultimate test
Trina Graves – 1st November 2001
About This Poem
This was the first poem I wrote that used a Core Concept from the Conversations With God Book 1 by Neale Donald Walsch as the title and theme. Others that I have already posted are: God Is Communicating With Us All The Time and God Talks To Everyone.
Some people’s lives seem to be An immense, tempestuous, tidal sea Waves of problems relentlessly pour Often knocking them to the floor
But then the ocean can be calm Many years pass with no harm They sense the peace, here at last Hoping all worries are in the past
Then out of the blue, a tsunami hits Can they survive and keep their wits? Or will they be taken down to the deep Drowning in sorrow, a quivering heap?
But they are stronger than the most From years of living by the coast Building their resilience over long days Of many harsh storms and healing sun-rays
Elements of Nature enhanced their core Enabling them to rise-up, off the floor ‘This too shall pass,’ experience brings Knowledge and wisdom in all things
Those who have the greatest ability To rise above the turbulent sea And walk on the soft, golden sands Leave their doubts all in God’s Hands
Whatever we face in this life of ours Frost and storm, sunshine and showers Gives us what we came here for Our Soul develops as it experiences more
No one escapes the storms of life In some way there will be some strife There’s many who’ve survived worse than you Use them as inspiration to get you through
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I know I’ve been luckier than many it’s true With fluffy white clouds and skies of blue Of course there has been a storm or two But I had something to get me through
I was blessed with a mother who taught me To Let Go And Let God always be The way to remain centred, be still Even when facing the rockiest hill
Always holding love in my heart Clears grey skies, clouds depart Bringing the sunlight of God’s love Answers flow from the Divine above
Trina Graves – 27th October 2018
About This Poem
In a few days it will be my mum’s 80th birthday, as I have mentioned before, my parents now look forward to receiving a personal card from me of some compilation of family photos along with a new poem written for them.
As it is going to be her 80th I wanted to create something special for her, so I have been compiling a book of all the photos and poems I have sent over the years, to bring them all together. I have also written her several new poems to add more. Due to being personal I will not be adding them all on here, but this one was written so that I could share it. Many years ago my mum told me that whenever she had a concern and didn’t know what to do about it she would place it in God’s Hands knowing that the problem would be solved or she would be shown the way to proceed.
When I wrote this poem it was using the quote title of ‘Let Go And Let God’ (unknown) but, once I’d finished and read through I decided to change it to the expression that my mum originally gave me, which basically means the same.
Update: 21st July 2019
Since writing and adding this poem there are now two poems for children along the same theme of ‘In God’s Hands.’ A nursery rhyme for younger children: My Hands, Your Hands, God’s Hands, and for older children: Changing Hands.
What do you want to know? For the answers will appear If not right before your eyes Then somewhere very near
Tapping into the fountain of wisdom Is so easy, once you know how The truth is, we already know The answers, right here and right now
Just trust and let the energy flow In whatever way suits you best For some it’s with the written word Go on, put yourself to the test
For others the truth is with their feelings With their intuition they lead the way They will know by their gut reaction If there’s truth in what you say
Maybe your wisdom is experienced on a wider canvas The world is a place of many scenes One day something that you hear or see Brings definition to your wildest dreams
Whatever your way just trust and believe Your quest has just begun Fill your life with joy and love And remember we are all one
Knowing the questions, or what you want to do Is the hardest part for you
Trina Graves – 20th June 2002
About This Poem
When I wrote this poem in 2002, I had started to notice all of the synchronicities in my life that had brought me to where I was at that time. It had been almost ten years since I became more interested in the spiritual side of life, and over those years whenever I ‘asked’ a question the answer would come to me in some way or another, but it wasn’t until looking back over the years that I could see a pattern of the answers appearing in various forms.
As you get older you more often reflect The course of your life and you introspect Remembering all the ups and some downs The beautiful sights and wonderful sounds
The focus you chose and decisions you made Became your life and your path was laid Life continues to expand, there’s always more To experience the joy is what you came here for
Reminiscing those carefree days of childhood When all you wanted was to feel good Playing with siblings, friends or by yourself Imagination was your greatest wealth
Childhood memories of the long ago past Fade through time, but the ones that last Are the happy ones spent with mum and dad Sharing time and love, feeling cherished and glad
Picnics, walks or playing board games The simple shared pleasures are what remains In your memory to treasure forever more The love you experienced developed your core
Time progresses and moves on so fast Life brings experiences, the landscapes vast The greatest gift, if blessed, you will know Is being a parent, as the purest love will grow
Creating your own precious unit of family Brings an overwhelming abundance of ecstasy The immense love you feel will always remain Though expressing the depth is hard to explain
Just watching your baby grow, develop and explore Their world around them brought you even more Happiness in all the countless, simple, delightful ways Treasured memories gathered throughout those days
It’s peculiar, but often you will find The simplest moment stuck in your mind Your child running to you with arms open wide Their pure love and elation they couldn’t hide
The years of parenthood continued on Time seemed slow, but soon they were gone Young adults replaced the children you raised Vibrant, onto their own paths they blazed
With parents eyes you developed a different view The world was changed and you understood too Your parents love for you became crystal clear They did their utmost to love and hold you dear
And now your children are parents also Blessings of love forever bloom and grow Watching your child’s parental love and joy Blossom with each additional baby girl and boy
With the old eyes of wisdom, you can now see So clearly the pure contentment of your family These precious little angels sent from up above Grandchildren bring bliss and quintessential love
Trina Graves – 4th January 2016
About This Poem
Sometimes in my dreams I am the mother to my children and grandchildren at the same time, or I’m a child the same age as both generations with my parents as the parents of us all.. but in the crazy world of dreams it all makes perfect sense!
In a similar way the generations do seem to blend together as the years zoom by at an alarming rate. As my grandchildren are now racing toward adulthood (the oldest is 21 at the end of this year and the next 16 in a few weeks) it seems such a short time ago that they were tiny babies as I watched my children become parents but… it hardly seems any more distance in time that they were babies in my arms too! And yet, in a few months even my youngest child will be 36, which was the age that I became a grandmother.
I’m not sure if it’s a sign of being older or a sign of Awakening that time is losing all meaning to me. The days pass by in what seems a few hours, weeks a few days, months seem to be only a couple of weeks long and years only last a few months! It’s akin to sleep where you close your eyes in one moment and open them in what feels like a minute or two later to find many hours have passed – in the blink of an eye!
Does anyone else feel this way?
I think I got a bit side-tracked here, but I suppose it is about looking back over family life! 🙂
Making children do anything Will not achieve your true goal They are unique human beings With their own guiding Soul
They will submit to all your rules As you teach, shape and mold Bending to your whims Mostly doing as they are told
But deep within they know They have a true guiding light Smothered by fitting in It flickers waiting out of sight
So how do you let them learn To follow their own true heart? While still guiding and protecting Right from the very start
It is really all up to you In the way you live each day For even in the nurturing womb They know what you do and say
Do you follow your own heart Always aiming for your best? Through life’s ups and downs Anchored with love, do you rest?
The things you say and do Will of course have an effect But much more is said than words With thoughts and feelings you select
Young children absorb it all With no ability to understand Not all experiences are true You have the upper hand
Teach them by example Follow your own inner guide Be who you came here to be Shine brightly, do not hide
For everyone has their own path In the life they came to live Unique in its twists and turns Guidance by example you can give
Stand strong in your beliefs Hold fast in your integrity Show your love and appreciation Giving thanks for all to see
Trina Graves – 11th January 2018
About This Poem
This was the first poem I wrote using this quote as a title and theme, but after writing it I knew I wanted to write another one. ‘The Best Way To Make Children Good’ focuses on how wanting our children to be happy is something that continues throughout their lives, no matter how old they are, and is a more personal poem.
Quite a few of my poems feature the unknowing lifetime impact parents have on their children, not just with their words and actions, but their thoughts and feelings, because it is the most important thing I wished I’d known when my children were little ones.
My thoughts of yesterday Were cloudy and unclear Overshadowed by the patterns Of all those who I was near
Unguided and docile I joined the massive herd Plodding on through life Not living as I preferred
But there came moments of Light That sparked my inner core I stepped on my path of truth That led me to the Spiritual door
Discovering the energy of thought Creates everything we live I began to understand my life And the affect of those I’m with
Now the negativity of my past Thoughts of hopelessness and lack Are dissolved from my mind Knowing Source Energy has my back
My power is in each moment Not the years, days or hours If I focus on love, beauty and joy My life will blossom and fully flower
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What we are today comes from Our thoughts of yesterday They establish and manifest In all we do and what we say
Our present thoughts build Our life of tomorrow Are your thoughts right now Building a life of joy, or sorrow?
Our life is the creation Of our mind, is so true Thoughts of love and joy Will create a happy you
Trina Graves – 5th December 2017
About This Quote
As this quote is rather long I did consider just using the last part ‘Our Life Is The Creation Of Our Mind,’ but once I began writing I knew I would use the whole quote.
When I first learned of The Law Of Attraction I was also discovering how much we are manipulated and controlled. I could see my past in a new light, which also gave me a knowing of how I wanted to change my life. For a while I focused too much on all the wrongs in our world, but I came to realize that whatever has happened in the past, whether it’s my personal past, the atrocities evident in history, or even globally in the present day, by focusing on any of it brings more of the same.
And the only way forward is to bless the past for the lessons it has brought, send love, compassion and forgiveness to ALL those involved, then let it all go! By focusing on being happy, at peace. and flowing love to all, in each and every present moment, is the path I now choose to follow.
It’s a well-known way to view life As a ‘Path’ we all must take The Path can be rough or smooth Depending on the choices we make
We can travel on our track alone Or with close and trusted friends Their presence gives us support As we navigate the dips and bends
Varied loved ones will accompany us Along the majority of our life path The love we share gives us direction The joy, lightens our way as we laugh
But where does this pathway begin? And where does it go to, and end? Or is it a vast circular Highway We want to know, to comprehend
I believe the two points are the same From Source we arrive at our birth Wandering along to find our own route The reason we decided to come to Earth
Experiencing the joys and the beauty Giving unconditional love to one-and-all Discovering our unique gift to share Is the true path we all came here for
Sharing our love and our gifts With any who join us on our roam Enlightenment comes to let us know We Are Just Walking Each Other Home
Trina Graves – 5th December 2016
About This Poem
When I am out taking nature photographs one theme I am always on the lookout for are pathways, as I know many quotes (and my poems) use the expression of life as a path we all follow. Wooded footpaths and beach footpaths are my favourites to photograph and use. When out for walks with others I will purposely lag behind so that I can get a shots of people usually in the distance of a footpath as I think they make excellent pictures for quotes.
When I sat to write the poem for this quote I thought it would be a sympathy poem, but when the words began to flow it was obviously going to be about the path of life.
Many of us feel there is something We should be doing, that we’re not Nothing seems quite right for us No matter what we’ve achieved, or got
We all come to Earth with a plan There is something special we came to do And nothing will ease this empty feeling Until we set on our path that’s true
But some of us can’t seem to find the way Even to ‘see’ the path we should take It seems there are too many roads to choose How do we know, and not make a mistake?
The secret is to always look for The thing that you find is fun What is it that you love to do? If you had a list, what’s number one?
What is it that eradicates time? You don’t notice the ticking of the clock When doing the thing you love It’s as if time has hit a block
What is it that gets you all fired up? Burning with a passionate desire Some way of helping others is the key To know it’s the path that will raise you higher
You may find you begin many trails There are an abundance of fun ways to go But taking many paths won’t fill your aching need Your progress on ‘The One’ will be too slow
If you find it difficult to make the choice Which ones could you live without And which is the one that keeps calling It may start as a whisper, but becomes a shout
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In my life I’ve started various paths Many similar, but I was never quite sure Which was my one true path I should tread To fulfil me and make my heart soar
It’s taken me numerous years to realize One of the earliest I took was my authentic path But I believe everything happens for a reason So joyfully I walk on, and at myself I laugh
And now that I know I’m on the right path I follow its course each and every day I know in my heart it’s the one for me No matter what others may say
There are times that I might stumble or fall The way ahead is not always level or smooth But I’ll just get back up, and carry on Onwards and upwards I’ll always move
If I have a difficult decision to make At any junction or crossroads on the way I always know how to make the choice Which one would be fun to play?
I know my path by the fun of it I enjoy what I am doing, it’s true So I hope this poem will shed some light On the fun path ahead for you
Trina Graves – 19th November 2016
About This Poem
As I mention in the poem, it took me many years to realize what my ‘true’ path was. Although looking back now I can see indications going back to my childhood, there was always something blocking my knowing. I can see now that quite often I would listen to others about what I ‘should’ be doing, but that never brings our true path. Self-doubt and self-criticism were obstacles too. For quite a few years I believed my path was to be a healer, I was told by several mediums that I could heal and I had great success with a new technique (EFT) at that time (2002) when I used it with family members and myself. I ventured into teaching others how to use this amazing self-healing tool. It worked really well on the few people I taught, and I always loved the feeling of helping someone to help themselves, but I can see now that my love and enjoyment for it was not 100%.
For a while I had two websites going, my Spiritual Quotes To Live By and one called Healing DIY. Eventually I came to realize that I had to let one of them go because I had so much to add to each one and I wasn’t happy with the slow progress with working on two. So, it really came down to the choice of which one could I live without. I felt I am a healer and should be teaching people self-healing, but I knew that I could never live happily without continuing collecting uplifting quotes and writing inspirational poems. This, for me, is definitely more FUN!
From the moment I was born Many roles did I receive Placed within my Being What depth would I believe?
A Human-Being of planet Earth A Girl of physicality English by place of birth Premature was little me
Born into the Working Class No ‘silver spoon’ to be fed No ‘blue blood’ in my veins Into this Ordinary Life I was led
First Daughter to my parents First Granddaughter on both sides A Sister to my brother Niece and Cousin, timing provides
Five roles of relationships Fifteen Family Members I affected But none will observe the same In the Baby they inspected
A Son or Daughter is a different person To each and every mum and dad Gender expectations are impressed From their own upbringing they had
A midwife delivered me that night At home, doing her chosen work Present for the miracle of birth My entry an Occupational Perk
Visiting Doctors and Baby Clinics About the town, going for walks I became a Patient and a Citizen A source of gossip in their talks?
Overly shy, I did turn heads As I screamed the places down Many must have considered me A Toddler nightmare, with a frown
Two more brothers came along But no sisters were for me My brothers have a different Sister From the perspective of each three
Starting school I became a Pupil To be taught all the right ways Of education at that time And the rules a Child obeys
Through the many years of schooling Various teachers made their mark I, their Student was seen differently A Character of light or of the dark?
Different levels of friendship Came and went over the years Playmate, Classmate, Acquaintance, Friend Some brought joy and others tears
Out into the world of work Stacking shelves as a teen An Employee I became Another role to be seen
Many jobs, many views Of people I would instigate Interactions and experiences Would affect my chosen fate
Being in love changes people The pair together and those around The power of love is so great Its expression and depth truly profound
Seen with eyes of love is so awesome When two blend it’s like a drug Loosing yourself in the emotion Even apart, enveloped in a warm hug
To the one who stole my heart I became their Lover, Fiancee, Wife So intoxication the roles I played But would not remain throughout my life
My most blessed role of all Would bring bliss so pure and true Becoming a Mother woke me up Unconditional love coming through
I placed this role as my priority And was blessed with two more Angels added to our family unit To love, cherish and to adore
I am a Mother to three children But, each see a different kind Inner truths and insecurities Develop and influence the mind
I saw my role as a joint Parent As two equals in the giving Babies need nurturing and love Adults adapting to daily living
I never knew for many years The change in my role of a Wife My intense love for our children My husband felt as lack and strife
So another role I took on
A Divorcee feeling remorse But it heralded great change My true purpose was on course
I became a Spiritual Seeker Limitations gone, I was free To live and learn and grow To be The Me I Came Here To Be
Becoming a young Grandmother Was the icing on the cake Unconditional love for these jewels Brought the Poet in me awake
Many lessons I have experienced From becoming a Mother-In-Law Different characters and views
Letting go of any control at all
Daughter, Sister, Mother Friend, Stranger, Wife Spiritualist, Blogger, Inspirer Are just a few roles of my life
With each, whoever’s looking At me, has filters on their eyes Their perception alters the view Adapting to where their truth lies
But who am I to me? Is all I should focus on It can take many years to see I am more than the roles I don
I am a Spiritual Being first A Spark of God to spread the Light I came here to experience it all The joys and sorrows are all alright
I am United in Oneness With All-That-Is and will ever be I am the Alpha and Omega We all share this in Individuality
Before my birth I knew it all At my death, I will re-unite All my experiences good and bad Bring truth and clarity of sight
Each role that I have played In this beautiful game on Earth Has brought me to where I am Opening the knowledge of my worth
Although these words are about me My life and the path that I took We all play roles in our own story What are yours? Why not take a look?
Trina Graves – 17th August 2018
About This Poem
I was reading a post from Amira: Accepting Change, Releasing Limitations, and while reading it a quote came to my mind, the combination of the two inspired me to write this poem. I am pretty sure the quote was from an unknown source and I thought I had it written down ready to add to my quote site, but I couldn’t find it. From my memory it was: “I am a Mother to three children, each of them has a different Mother and none of them are me.”
Many of my poems are personal to my life and might be totally irrelevant to others lives, but I believe reading other peoples ‘stories’ can shed light on our own and open doors to greater understanding.
I thought this photograph of us playing roles was perfect for this poem!
There have always been stories In modern times, and old How at the time of passing There are Heavenly re-unions to behold We Shall Not Die Alone.. Heavenly Re-Unions Will Bring Us Home
We all have our own Guardian Angel A Celestial Messenger from above Always by our side throughout life Giving guidance and Unconditional Love We Shall Not Die Alone.. Our Guardian Angel Will Escort Us Home
There are other Divine Beings Who agree pre-birth to take the part To guide us through our life Giving inspiration to our heart We Shall Not Die Alone.. Our Spirit Guides Will Guide Us Home
We all have lost beloved family Who’s passing made our hearts cry Regardless of their time spent on Earth It was so painful to say goodbye We Shall Not Die Alone.. Beloved Family Will Take Us Home
There are even many family members Who we never met in this present life They passed over before our day of birth But watch over us through trouble and strife We Shall Not Die Alone.. Past Generations Will Support Us Home
We’ve also had devoted friends From our youth or recent days Who’ve transitioned to the other side And we miss them in so many ways We Shall Not Die Alone.. Departed Friends Will Accompany Us Home
Some have known the Unconditional Love Of a faithful, friendly pet Dog, cat or whatever animal Their presence we never forget We Shall Not Die Alone.. Our Faithful Pet Will Walk Us Home
All through our lives there have been people Who have inspired us, guided and taught Through school, books, history, or whatever Knowledge and wisdom they brought We Shall Not Die Alone.. Our Teachers Will Lead Us Home
Strangers cross our path through life Sometimes briefly, or moments that last But we always meet for a reason Untold Blessings exchanged as we passed We Shall Not Die Alone.. Blessed Souls Will Greet Us Home
If it’s meant to be our treasured Loved ones Will be physically present on that day We’ll have the chance to say farewell And together for peace will pray We Shall Not Die Alone.. Our Loves Will Bless Us Home
But, even if their physical presence Is not there at our last breath Our Love is a bond that unites us forever Their Devoted Spirit will be present at our death We Shall Not Die Alone.. Our Loves Spirits Will Send Us Home
We all have our own Inner Guidance Our Source, Spirit, Higher-Self or Soul When aligned our lives are Blessed We are Loving, Joyful and Whole We Shall Not Die Alone.. Our Higher-Self Will Unite Us Home
Some are truly Blessed with a Divine Encounter Of a Being, so High and Supreme Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, whoever they are Their Blissful Presence will be like a dream We Shall Not Die Alone.. Ascended Masters May Enlighten Us Home
So you see the journey we all take Is never a lonely one With so much Love surrounding us Our home-coming celebrations will have begun We Shall Not Die Alone.. An Abundance of Love Will Transport Us Home
Trina Graves – 17th November 2016
About This Poem
There are so many wonderful near-death experience stories shared by people from all walks of life and different religions, I have always enjoyed reading them and find them so comforting and inspiring. I think in every one I have read the person who ‘died’ came back and lived a different life than before, they were more loving, compassionate and spiritually minded.
Before my maternal grandmother died in 1993 she had several heart-attacks, after being resuscitated from the first one she told my mum that she was no longer afraid of dying because it had been so peaceful. Also, not long before she died she had a dream of walking on ahead of her children.
My mother also told me the story of another relative who was in bed, unable to move for his last days, but just before passing he sat up and was happily talking to ‘someone’ in the room.
I truly believe that we are never alone in this life or the next, so, of course we will be ‘met’ for the crossing over. I also believe that as we create our world, we can therefore focus on and choose who we would like to be with us at this time. My paternal grandmother died when I was seven and my older brother was nine. We lived next door to her so were very close. My brother strongly believes that she will be the one to meet him when he dies, so I too am positive that she will be there for him. I personally feel no need to determine ‘who’ will be the first one to greet me, it will all be a Blessed Re-union. 🙂
We all experience life In our own unique way No two people are alike In what they think, do, and say
From the moment of our birth Some would say even before We absorb from those around us Their beliefs, it builds our core
Our lives are moulded and shaped By our experiences every day Fuelled by all those beliefs Unchallenged, they become our way
We all have a story to tell Of the life we live and see Guided by our beliefs and thought We create our destiny
But some have limiting beliefs That can shrink their self-worth Only one or two know their truth Hidden from the rest of Earth
Others have tried to share But faced ridicule and jest Bruised and battered by remarks Their truth no longer expressed
We can learn from one another Others’ experiences we can take And mull over to decide Will they enhance the life we make?
So listen to everyone Tell their stories on their path Forget those that make you cringe Remember what makes you laugh
Often it takes a hard knock To open our path’s true door Disease, break-up, death Can Awaken us to much more
Or sometimes just one thing Happens that blows our mind Changing forever our future path Limiting beliefs we leave behind
Those near-death experiences Past-life recalls and even dreams Can bring important messages Much more than at first seems
Encountering other forms of life Ascended Masters, Angels, Spirits too Cosmic Beings, or just a UFO Brings true Awareness into view
We are now in a special time It’s been called the ‘New Age’ Darkness is being overpowered And the Light will turn the page
Onwards we will all unite Sharing our truth from our heart Bringing Love and Light to all Is a very good place to start
Speak Your Truth of Love Speak Your Truth of Light Speak Your Truth of Sensing Speak Your Truth of Sight
Trina Graves – 3rd August 2018
About This Poem
Sometimes (often in the morning on waking up) I get the title of a poem just come to me, and it will keep coming to mind until I write it. I awoke with this title a few weeks ago after someone told me of something very unusual they had seen as a child.
A few days ago I wrote ‘What Would Love Do Now? but after finishing and reading through, I thought it just wasn’t right. I don’t like to finish with not being happy with my writing, but I know the best thing to do is leave it alone and write something else. My computer wasn’t on to get a quote, so I just went for the words that have been hanging around waiting to be spoken! The interesting thing is that the next day I re-read the first poem and knew there was nothing wrong with it, it seems I just had to get this one done!
Although I have been using some of my poems on my other site since 2010, I very rarely wrote about unusual happenings or my spiritual messages etc.. I knew that some people would think them strange, wrong or nonsense! So, I held back. But when I linked up with Amira (bodyandsoulnourishmentblog)and started this blog I just felt differently about sharing everything, so now I just follow my intuition. Bless you and thank you Amira for the Light you have shone into my life in such a short time – I would not be sharing this poem, or my truths, if not for you.
I have had this poem in draft ready to add for a couple of days now, but for some reason I have known that it was not the time to publish. For whatever the reason, today is the day!🙂
Speaking My Truth – (things that come to mind as I write this)
I have experienced the indescribable all-encompassing love flow through my body that ebbed away when I began to question it, but left me on a love-high for days after.
I have received countless messages from Spiritual Mediums that have proven to me we do not die, they have told me things that no one else knew, and things that have shaped my future life.
I believe I am guided in writing my inspirational poems, I have no idea who by, it could even be just me (my Higher-Self), I don’t feel it really matters who, as long as the message is of love and light.
I have had objects move in front of my eyes with no apparent cause (eg. keys in a bicycle lock coming out – for no reason – and horizontally moving about two feet before falling, this was indoors.
I have seen numerous un-explainable lights in the sky, moving in odd ways.
I have taken loads of photographs with orbs in them. I can take a photo with no orbs and then ask for them to appear and they usually do.
I have had many visualizations/daydreams of meeting with someone and receiving inspiring messages for myself. See the poem Insight for my first meeting.
I have been told by many that I have a calming influence on people.
I have only been angry once in my life. I have wondered about this often as I know you should not suppress emotions and I have tried to work through situations in my life that ‘should’ have caused anger, but I have come to the conclusion that it is just not a part of me and I just needed to experience it once as a learning.
Update: 11th August 2018
If you read the comments below you will see that this poem was written for Amira, but at the time that I posted it she had not ‘Spoken Her Truth’ it was infact Amira who told me of seeing a UFO as a child. In one of our continuing synchronicities, Amira had written a poem about what she had seen, but was hesitant on publishing it until she read this poem. You canread Amira’s poem and her story (in the comments).
When faced with a decision Not knowing which way to go Choices lay before you Confusion blocks your flow Worrying about the wrong one Puts a frown upon your brow Just ask yourself the question What Would Love Do Now?
All experiences are beneficial Even the bad ones play a part They can break down the barriers To open up your heart No matter what the problem You can get through it somehow By asking yourself the question What Would Love Do Now?
Whether just beginning your path Or seeing the end in sight It’s your course that you follow Only you know what is right Which twist or turn to take ahead Rest now or onward plough Always ask yourself the question What Would Love Do Now?
A negative side has to exist For the positive to simply be So you can always take that view And a darker side you’ll see But if you choose the Light A channel of Love you allow You’ll embody with each step What Love Would Do Now
Trina Graves – 3rd August 2018
About This Poem
When I was doing this part for yesterday’s poem ‘Is This Who I Am?’(based on a Neale Donald Walsch quote) ‘What Would Love Do Now?’ came into my head. I started to write about this quote too, but then thought it would make an excellent title for a new poem. While it was fresh on my mind I Googled the quote (as I knew I had read it somewhere) and found a beautiful song by Jason Mraz.
Searching some more I discovered, and shouldn’t have been surprised, that the quote was from Neale Donald Walsch. So, I got on with writing the poem straight away.
Sometimes when I’ve finished a poem I read it and think it’s not alright, this was one of those times, so I went back to yesterday’s ‘About This Poem’ and deleted everything about this new quote. But, as with what usually happens, the next day I read the poem and see it with fresh eyes.
If ever you’re unsure of what to do This is the question that will help you through Ask yourself, “Is this who I want to be?” The answer will guide you to act correctly
Every second and every minute of every day You create yourself anew with what you do and say “Is this the greatest vision of myself?” you might ask Whenever you are about to carry out a task
What is the grandest vision that you can conceive Of your life right now, it’s possible to achieve Whatever you believe to be true Your life’s what you make it, so create a new you
Decide who it is that you want to be Express and fulfil this and you will soon see Another grand vision that you can aim for Your Soul is experiencing life and evolving more
Trina Graves – 30th June 2002
About This Poem
I had written several poems in late 2001 using the Core Concepts from Conversations With God by Neale Donald Walsch as the title and theme. On this day in June (the following year), I had just written God Talks To Everyoneto add to my list and then wanted to do another poem, but the concept/quote that was getting my attention was much too long to use as a title:
Your Purpose In Life Is To Decide & To Declare, To Express And To Experience WHO YOU REALLY ARE This Is The Purpose Of All Life That Is Evolution.
So instead, I chose to use a simple question based on this quote: “Is This Who I Am?”
The simplest of things can bring meaning to you And guidance is received to help you get through The journey of life as you travel the path It’s amazing what brings a smile or a laugh
Although I am writing about my own journey I believe that sharing enlightens others to see And contemplate life and how it all fits in So my story of bus journeys, I’ll now begin…
As a toddler and child I was uncontrollably shy My parents were bewildered, they didn’t know why I wouldn’t go anywhere without screaming and fuss So it was always a nightmare to take me on a bus
With no car and living in the remote countryside The twice weekly bus was a vital lifeline to ride Although I don’t remember those first early trips Excruciating tales I heard from my parents lips
At four years old starting school I began to change Although still deeply shy, I wasn’t so strange My school I loved going to was a few miles away So I travelled with my brother on the bus each day
When I was about eight, in holidays I began to stay With my grandparents who lived quite far away One day out with my nanny on a bus trip to town I couldn’t ask for a ticket, all I did was frown
I knew the words, but they just wouldn’t come out It took a few more years for me to lose my doubt Then I could talk to people, just a little at first My acute shyness had eased, the dark cloud burst
Several years later, at fifteen I began to date A childhood friend, it all just seemed to be fate Our families were friends, so the weekends I’d stay Travelling on the bus to meet him on a Friday
The journey would take quite a long while So lost in my thoughts, I’d daydream and smile Planning our future together, forever more The time soon passed, it was never a bore
Although I looked out the window, I didn’t see The world outside, I was just focused on me Enjoying the delightful thoughts that I’d find Flowing so easily around in my mind
There were places to go together, and things to do A couple of years later, there were wedding plans too But from that time, the most memorable moments of all Were treasuring my growing, precious bump, so small
All of my hopes and dreams were coming true The bus rides I enjoyed as I thought through The years ahead with my own precious family I was young and in love, oh, how happy we’d be
Once wed I’d still journey, but the opposite way Missing my parents, I’d visit often on a Saturday Over the months as my pregnancy did progress The bumpy journey was uncomfortable, so I went less
My beautiful baby girl was born in early spring So all through the summer I delighted to bring Her out on the bus and wherever we would go She’d get attention, as a proud mother I’d glow
The following year it became much trickier to ride The bus as there was a baby brother at her side In those days pushchairs always had to be put down So it was very difficult to do much shopping in town
They were 2 and 3 years old when my last was born So I could only manage to journey if a sling was worn Snuggled and so cosy, the baby would sleep away So I’d talk to the others and think of games to play
My attention had began to go outside of the bus To keep little ones occupied, so they wouldn’t fuss Playing I Spy, or just talking about all we could see Through children, nature’s heart opened a little to me
One amusing incident sticks out in my mind, so well The things little ones say, are such a delight to tell Crossing over a ‘Toll Bridge’ I had tried to explain She thought coins were stacked up, to take the strain
The years flew by and they all grew up so fast I learned to drive, so bus rides were in our past But journeys together were never quite the same Without sharing the sights and playing a game
When in my thirties my son made me a nanny My heart and eyes were truly opened wide to see The world through a child, so innocent and pure I was blessed with more angels who awoke my core
Travelling on buses with my young grandchildren All so eager to explore and just simply having fun Flooding back in my mind, fond memories I’d recall Of my children, the same when they were so small
I was once again living in the beautiful countryside Separated, then divorced, my marriage had died Sometimes I would take the bus to Oxford city I noticed nature more now, so abundantly pretty
It was on one of these journeys when I was alone I gazed out the window, my thoughts on a roam Words floated into my mind from the great somewhere I knew they were for children and that I would share
‘Where Is God?’ the poem I recalled and wrote When I finally got home and took off my coat It was one of the first poems given to me On my journey to being who I came here to be
When alone, another thing I would often try Was sending thoughts to people sitting close by I had learned how our minds are powerful tools Enabling so much if you allow, and positivity rules
I’d close my eyes and send out bursts of love Knowing they’d receive it, blessed from above No one we encounter is ever simply by chance As we go through life in our law of attraction dance
I would sometimes send out healing rays of energy With my eyes closed I focus, I didn’t need to see Often I’d know I’d finished and then opened my eye They were getting off the bus, I blessed them goodbye
In more recent years I’ve spent three hours or more On buses to visit family, the time is never a chore Now I adore the abundance of nature out of the window While listening to Abraham-Hicks, my Soul is aglow
Through my bus journeys of life, I have conveyed My thoughts and directions, how my route was laid Why not reflect on your own life and see what you find? The simplest of things can bring Awareness to mind
Trina Graves – January 2017
About This Poem
It’s probably no surprise that the idea to do a poem about the bus journeys through my life came to me when I was on a bus! I jotted down a few notes at that time but it was a few years later that I actually sat to write it! With so many bus journey stories to share I always knew it would be a long poem, so I guess I just put it off. Unlike all my other poems, this one was not written on one particular day but over several days.
Everything in this poem is a true part of my life. I would love to know the reason why until the day I started school my parents could not take me anywhere without me screaming the place down! The only thing I remember about it all is ‘hiding’ with my arm bent across my face so no one could see me! 🙂 My mum tried everything to console me but eventually discovered it was best to just ignore me! So, this is the only part that I don’t actually remember, but like I say, my parents certainly told me, many times!
The poem that was given to me on a bus is on this blog:Where IsGod? if you would like to read it.
We all like to hear the stories Of those whose start in life Is full of negative experiences Neglect, death, worry and strife Of course, that’s not the part we love Compassion for them fills our heart It’s how they have risen to achieve In their life, with such a bad start
Why is it that some with no home Or parents to support them with love Grow up escalating their negative world Life for them is all push and shove But others with just the same life Will seek to develop a family Becoming a parent they shine so bright Radiating so much love, we all can see
Disease and death can come at any time We have no defence to make it stop For those who lose a baby or child Devastation will make their heart drop Why do some never surmount their loss Maybe taking to addictions to fill the gap Others, though never letting go of the love Will see growth and experience unwrap
With the focus in the news on negative There are always crimes to be found So much violence is displayed Our Spirit sinks to the ground Some victims focus on the hurt Revenge filling them with hate Others learn compassionate wisdom Helping others becomes their fate
The stories that many like to hear Are of people with no change to spare But rise to triumph through it all Pointing the way, experience they share J. K. Rowling is a well-known example Of the fairytale of rags to riches By doing the thing she loved Writing stories of wizards and witches
Some learn to navigate the darkness Guided by the Light of someone they love Others find faith in their religion Being linked to their Source up above Friends, mentors, guides near and far Can help so called ‘victims’ reach out Knowing they are not ever alone Helps bring positive change about
I believe what makes a difference Is the attitude these people take Some limit themselves by focusing On what made their hearts break Others will use their experiences To know that’s not who they are It’s just a situation of life To grow from, their aim is far
Everyone of us has to face problems Maybe not at the start, but in time we see A myriad of ways things arise It’s part of life, we have to be Knowing that things will change No matter what comes our way Everything in life can be learned from And nothing will permanently stay
Think of difficult times as growth Seeds planted in your life all around You will get through it some day And flowers of wisdom will be found Instead of ’Why is this happening to me?’ Think of ’What is this trying to teach?’ Be positive as much as possible And a happier life you’ll soon reach
‘I Am Not What Happened To Me I Am What I Choose To Become’ For no matter the trial and test You are truly the only one To change what you think and believe Even little steps each and every day Will change your life for the better It’s down to what you think, do and say
Trina Graves – 24th July 2018
About This Poem
This was the third poem I wrote the other day, but after writing it I had doubts that I would ever share it. My feelings were: Who am I to tell people how to get through bad times when I have not gone through what they have? Yes, I have had problems in my life, but I am very well aware that they are nowhere near as bad as others face. So, I just thought I’d file it away.
However, Source/Universe/Law of Attraction (or whatever you want to call it) had another plan! And this one totally blew me away and so clearly told me to use this poem, no matter my doubts!
It was after I had got the first poem all ready to post with the story of how synchronicity had given me the idea of what to write about it. With it all ready to go, I went to check my emails and had one from Netflix about a new film just added called Breathe. I read the write up and thought I knew the name of the main character, so I read some more and Googled the film to see if it was who I thought.
In 1962 until 1972 (aged 1 to 11) my family lived in a very small village (Drayton St Leonard, Oxfordshire) next door to my father’s parents. I was close to my grandmother and I know I am very much like her. It was truly a blessing that we lived so close for those early years as she died when I was seven. However, before this she worked for a family who lived in a large house in the village. She loved her job as Housekeeper and Cook, being an excellent cook due to spending her younger years in service. The family often had guests visit at weekends so she was kept busy feeding them all. I have memories of going to see her and hanging around waiting for her to finish work! Other fond memories are of going to a fundraising fete hosted by this family in their grounds, and another open day where we could all use their swimming pool. Being so young I don’t remember personally interacting with the family, but I do remember happy smiling faces, even though the father of the family was in a wheelchair and couldn’t move. His name was Robin Cavendish.
The film was about the family and of how when Robin contracted polio at 28, he was paralyzed from the neck down and not given long to live, he could not breathe without artificial help so was doomed to spend the rest of his short life in hospital. However, he and his wife Diana had other ideas, and he went home to live out what was to be a long life! (He died aged 64). Not only was he to become one of the longest living responauts, but he became a tireless advocate for disabled people. He and a friend (Teddy Hall) created the wheelchair that enabled him to lead a life out of bed, he raised money to provide chairs for others like him and went on to help create numerous other devices to provide independence to paralyzed people. He also travelled the world to inspire others and was made an MBE in 1974. (an award given by the Queen for outstanding service). A truly remarkable man!
I was blown away with the timing of receiving this email, about a film just added, of someone I knew when I was younger, who my grandmother worked for, and was a perfect example of what I was trying to convey! As it is from such a long time ago, it was definitely not something on my mind when writing, but now I do wonder about all the significance of the little things in life that we are part of, and the way they instill learning messages into us!
With this outstanding synchronicity I took it as a blessing to share this poem. I also knew that somewhere I had a photograph of the family, as I had scanned many of my mothers photos into my computer. I have thousands of family photos, but very rarely do I keep any of people who are not related, I am pretty sure that this is the only one from my younger years. Whenever I have a sorted through my files – not very often, I must admit – I always wondered why I would never delete this one! And now I know!!!
By the way, I watched the film that evening and thought it was a wonderfully inspiring story. The only thing I knew of that was not portrayed correctly was that the house was IN the village and looked so much better than the one in the film! You can see it in the picture below.
Robin & Diana Cavendish with their son Jonathan
My mum and brothers at fete in the Cavendish’s gardens (I think 1965)
28th July 2018 Since adding this post, I have had a long conversation with my mum about the movie and her memories of this time. She told me that my nan (Evelyn) really loved working for the family, and that she knew (from Evelyn) that the devotion portrayed in the film is 100% true. Evelyn also developed a great friendship with the Nanny (who is in the film). Also, when Jonathan (the son) went to boarding school, although the Nanny was no longer needed, a bungalow was built in the grounds for her to live in.
We are all born shining bright Oozing our pure Divinity Light Babies are a source of loving joy Each and every new girl and boy
As the years pass the Light within dims But remains steadfast, illumined within Waiting for intuition to take a hold Not just doing as we’ve been told
Once we set on our true life-path There’s more to life, we love and laugh Knowing Source will guide our way Our Light grows stronger day-by-day
Our inner Light regains its glow Radiating out always on show Drawing those who think alike Sparks fly as matches strike
All this Light we constantly emit Doesn’t fade, or droop or sit It ignites flying high into the sky Surrounding Earth in the blink of an eye
Always available to those in need The Light is a constant source to feed People whose Light seems to be fading Taking in Light initiates mending
Our capacity to love and share Showing to all we truly care Makes us sparkle and beam United together as a team
Every Light is needed here To eliminate hate and fear We can do this, we are One Together as blinding as the sun
All our Lights together combine To make all of humanity shine Exponentially we excel and grow Together we make the Earth glow
As each Light joins to be a part Of what we came here to start The chains of negativity we break More Souls we will Awake
Your Light is a precious part Of your Soul, felt in your heart So let it out, uncovered, unfurled You Are The Light Of The World!
Trina Graves – 24th July 2018
About This Poem
I wrote this poem straight after Teach Only Love, as with that poem, I didn’t have anything in mind to write for this part. But, it all fell into place after I visited Amira’s blog! (you can read more details onTeach Only Love).
Yesterday as I was writing about Lightworkers, in my comment to Amira, I had forgotten that the previous day I’d written ‘You Are The Light Of The World’ – yes, I know it was in my mind somewhere! but I wasn’t thinking about it. – Later in the day I made a picture with the whole poem, but then realized that by taking just three verses it made a short poem on the Lightworker theme, so following the synchronicities I chose to use this one instead. I don’t think I would of noticed this inner-poem without the connection with Amira.
We all have countless troubles to face Through our lives, whether young or old Even those we perceive to be immune Harbour burdens, if their truth be told All Is Well With My Soul
I grew up no different from others I too, had problems and doubt But ‘Everything Happens For A Reason’ Was the belief I clung to throughout All Is Well With My Soul
My children were my joyful anchor I lived each day blessed by their light Without them my boat would have sunk Negativity all around, was hard to fight All Is Well With My Soul
I questioned, why are we here? Why is there suffering and hate? How can innocent children be hurt Surely, it’s not just about fate? All Is Well With My Soul
Once I set foot on my Spiritual Path Things began to change for me, all around I didn’t realize for quite some time It was ‘The Law Of Attraction’ I had found All Is Well With My Soul
Looking back now, my path was long For many years I hesitantly plod Now I see all the signs along the way Showing me my own pathway to God All Is Well With My Soul
My Soul, my Centre, my Essence Has always been aware and awake Even at my lowest of low It still shone, for my own sake All Is Well With My Soul
Hate is required to learn forgiveness Darkness is essential to perceive light Loss is necessary to appreciate love My Soul brought me through my night All Is Well With My Soul
We come to experience it all God Sparks within us, we create In our unlimited world of free will We choose what’s to be, not fate All Is Well With My Soul
I am now focused on love and light Blind to the negative others choose I let go of trying to control anyone The true game of life is impossible to lose All Is Well With My Soul
I know there will not always be calm seas Twists and turns may lay in my path ahead But I came to live in this divergent world of choice To anchor and shine my light, wherever I tread All Is Well With My Soul
The All-That-Is, Source Energy is my anchor My life-jacket of love and light keep me afloat Whatever waves may toss and turn in my life I choose to remain calm in my aligned boat All Is Well With My Soul
The ending of my path is ahead somewhere At least for this life, as me, playing my part But I know the love and light I have shone Continues in my Soul, as it did from the start All Is Well With My Soul
No matter what has happened or will be My Soul keeps centred and whole The positive and the negative… All Is Well With My Soul
Trina Graves – 4th October 2017
About This Poem
Although not brought up as a regular church-goer, I always loved uplifting hymns. My primary school was next door to Dorchester Abbey so we would often go and sing in the Abbey. One of my favourite memories of childhood is singing Christmas carols while looking at the magnificent stained glass windows of the Abbey.
As an adult, for a few years, I occasionally went to various Spiritualist Churches and had some amazing proof of life after death, but one of the things I most enjoyed were the hymns, they were always joyous, uplifting ones and I just found it so inspiring singing along with others.
So, on my Spiritual Quotes To Live By website, the words of uplifting hymns were something I wanted to include. When I was compiling the page I thought it would be good to add some videos, so I Googled and searched, looking for the right ones. During my search I discovered a whole new genre of music I never knew existed, I’m not sure of the right title but I call them Modern Hymns. I began to listen to them almost everyday and one in particular stood out to me: It Is Well by Kristene DiMarco, based on the original hymn of Horatio Spafford, It Is Well With My Soul.
The quote kept coming back to me, so I wrote it down on my list of quotes to use for poems. However, when I sat to write the poem ‘It’ is well didn’t seem right and I kept wanting to use ‘All’ instead. I knew that Louise Hay used ‘All Is Well’ often in her work, and by doing some research I found that the quote went all the way back to Julian of Norwich 1342 – 1416.
I went ahead and wrote the poem in my usual way – praying and asking for guidance first – but when I’d finished I still wasn’t sure about IT or ALL. So I just put it away, knowing that I would know which when the time was right. I came across the poem in a pile of paperwork a couple of weeks later, read it through and knew instantly it was to be: ALL Is Well With My Soul.
You came here with a message You came here with a plan Somehow you would contribute To elevate your fellow man Everyone of us is unique No two are ever the same Your exclusive inner calling Is your Souls indelible aim…
Music touches everyone’s Soul In so many different ways Relaxing, enlivening, provoking thoughts Bringing emotions to everyone’s days If composing or playing music Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Music Still In You
Books are an unlimited way To share, teach and inspire Enabling the use of imagination They aid to focus your desire If eloquence through the written word Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Book Still In You
Art has an abundance of forms To push your creativity Whether the artist or the viewer There’s more going on than what you see If expressing yourself through art Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Art Still In You
Performers delight us all In the myriad of ways they choose Entertaining on stage or screen Audiences are enthralled, whatever they use If sparkling on centre-stage Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Performance Still In You
Websites and Apps are relatively new Communications that exponentially grow Transmitting to the entire world Positive energy can ultimately flow If lighting-up through the network Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Website Still In You
Speeches can be timeless Simple words touching eternity Enthusiastic depth of feeling Give hope, strength and clarity If articulate public speaking Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Speeches Still In You
Inventions change the world The Universe will eternally expand Ingenious minds can create great things When placing their vision in their hand If creating inspired ways to help others Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Invention Still In You
Charity affects all humanity A kind, giving nature shows a pure Soul Working tirelessly, even behind the scenes Contributes benefits to the Whole If supporting with your time and assistance Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Charity Still In You
Healing is a Divine offering Coming through an abundance of ways A doctor or nurse in modern medicine Or a channeller of Spiritual Rays If nurturing health and well-being Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Healing Still In You
Charismatic people can shine through Life’s challenges, doubts and fears Their presence influences others To be optimistic and wipe away tears If radiating positive joy Is what you came here to do Share your passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Charisma Still In You
Love is the greatest blessing To give and to receive Above all else it is the one true gift That survives us when we leave No matter the other reasons Love Is always what you came here to do Share your true passion with the world Don’t Die With Your Love Still In You
Trina Graves – 9th November 2016
About This Poem
I, like many others around the world, felt a change when the wonderful Wayne Dyer made his transition to the other side. His loving presence is now so much closer to us all. From his humble beginnings to becoming the world-renowned author and spiritual teacher, he was, and still is, a source of abundant love, wisdom and inspiration.
I love so many of his enlightening quotes and this one was an easy choice to use for a poem. I began with a list of ideas to cover, obviously music was the first and I also wanted to include websites and writing to remind myself to ‘get on with it!’ I have a close friend who is an artist so that gave me another verse, and performers of stage and screen were an obvious option. The rest just came out in the writing.
I believe we are all here for a reason, whether it’s to become known worldwide or just in a small family group, it makes no difference – everyone is important and has a vital part to play in this game of life.
A baby contains an inherent, infinite Light That shines so brightly from it’s Soul Vividly luminous with Source Energy We’re captivated, adoring beyond control
Time advances, the baby becomes a child The Divine illumination begins to dim Their link to Source has been shadowed By the negativity they have taken in
As the child goes out into the big-wide world School and society’s control gets a strong-hold ‘Bright Sparks’ may seem to be encouraged But they too, must fit into the defined mould
Adolescence then adulthood urges onwards By now most Inner Lights have been blocked Conforming to everyone, but not their own desires Keeps the door to their Soul firmly locked
But remember, there is nothing wrong about this We planned our whole journey right from the start By learning to follow our own Inner Guidance in life We would retrieve the Light through our heart
One of life’s immense joys is parenthood Overwhelming gifts this path can bring Unconditional love its purest treasure Lifting the Spirit, the Soul will truly sing
Whatever path we choose to take No one else will be on the same It’s so important to remember this When focusing on your child’s aim
The Light inside them is also a compass It can guide them their whole life through Teaching them to choose right from wrong Inner Guidance is always clear in what to do
Their Light Compass will always be there If ever they have any troubles or doubt What to do about it, which path to take Their Inspiring Light will always shine out
Learning to use and trust their intuition Connecting to their own Source Energy Light Is the greatest blessing you can ever give them And by example is the only way to teach it right
Trina Graves – 5th December 2016
About This Poem
Sometimes I come across a quote that I just know I need to make into a poem. I write it down in my notepad that I keep just for my poems. – I prefer to hand-write in pencil first of all, I have tried typing straight away but it just doesn’t feel right! – I also keep a list on the front inside cover of any titles or ideas that come to me, this happens most often upon first waking. Anyway, this quote from Wayne Dyer was one that I knew would be a poem.
With this title the poem was obviously going to be about letting children use their own intuition, to be connected to their own inner light rather than follow the guidance of others, even though it is thought to be in their best interest.
After praying and asking for guidance my thoughts drifted to how babies are so mesmerizing as if we are under their spell and I realized it is because they exude Source, they are pure beings of light. But then why does that change? Why do we enter this world as the true beings we are but then become so much less? I hope this poem sheds some light on this and show that the only way to teach them to follow their own compass it to follow our own.
